My Summons Are All Gods

"However, this is only a possibility. The exact situation is unknown."

Apollo paused for a moment. Everyone actually understood his explanation of the current situation.

"Although His Majesty has given me the authority to command, I, Apollo, also understand that I am not a leader genius

"Therefore, at this moment, I am not making a decision according to my own wishes. Instead, I am giving this decision to everyone."

When Apollo said this, he openly signaled Simmons using his eyes.

When Simmons saw this, he began to distribute poker cards to everyone.

This was a small toy that His Majesty had introduced to the Sky Dynasty. Previously, when they were in the Sky dynasty, many people had used this to pass time.

Although the resources that could be brought to the Endless Tower were not too abundant, there were still people who brought poker cards along to kill the boring times that would be difficult to pass.

Simmons gave everyone two cards, one red and one black.

"So from now on, let's put it to a vote."

Apollo continued.

"Those in favor of killing Bulanda, please turn the red cards upside down and give it to me."

"If you don't recommend to kill Bulanda, or... don't want to kill him at the moment, please give your black card."

"After you hand it over, return the extra card to Simmons upside down."

Apollo emphasized upside down multiple times because the atmosphere in the Sky Dynasty was not too good at the moment. If everyone knew what the other party was thinking, it would trigger a dispute easily.

Everyone lined up to hand over the card, and the vote was quickly completed.

After all, when Apollo proposed to hold a meeting in the evening, everyone already knew what they were going to do. They had thought about their positions for a long time and at this moment, everyone had already made a decision in advance.

Then, Simmons began to retrieve the excess cards in everyone's hands.

Finally, Simmons handed over a card that belonged to himself.

Simmons did not turn the card, and casually handed it to Apollo.

At that time, a bright red card symbolized that Simmons wanted to kill Bulanda.

Apollo did not say anything. Then, he added his own black card. At this point, everyone in the Sky Dynasty had finished marking their attitudes.

After finishing this step, Apollo took a deep breath and picked up the heavy cards in his hand. He washed them in front of everyone for a few rounds. The purpose of this was to prevent people from remembering the order so that they could know what others were thinking.

Then, Apollo examined the cards in his hand one by one. He threw the red ones on the ground and the black ones on the other side.

The cards were distributed on the ground one by one. Everyone counted them silently.

"22 red cards."

Apollo reported the number.

"22 black Cards."

The atmosphere in the tent was as cold as today's weather. It was not until Apollo read out the number that there was a bit of noise.

Apollo also took a deep breath. He did not want to kill Bulanda emotionally, but logically, he felt that it was the right thing to do.

He knew that he could not bear the responsibility, so he decided to keep the decision for a vote.

When Jerry was here, the Sky Dynasty had never experienced such a thing as a vote. Everything was based on what His Majesty said.

But he did not expect himself to shirk this responsibility, but fate was still so strange that both sides had the same number of votes.

"There's also one vote for Bulanda."

At this moment, Simmons suddenly said, "Bulanda is in favor of us killing him."

As he spoke, Simmons handed over a red card and placed it in Apollo's hand.

The color of the card was blood red, and it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in Apollo's hand.

Apollo also knew that in this meeting to decide whether to kill Bulanda or not, if Bulanda was present, then he would definitely vote to kill him.

Apollo hesitated for a moment, but he still added the red cards. At this moment, there were 23 red cards, which gave an advantage of one vote.

Just as Apollo was about to announce the result, some people began to have different opinions.

"The reason we added Bulanda's vote is because we also see him as a member of the Sky Dynasty, isn't it?"

These words suddenly reminded Apollo. It was because Bulanda was also a member of the Sky Dynasty that the red card was thrown in.

If that was the case, it would really become the killing among brotherhood in the Sky Dynasty.

Apollo reached out his hand to the red card and had the urge to pick it up again.

Simmons held Apollo's hand and said calmly, "Apollo, I'm warning you, you're not being fair."

A woman suddenly appeared in the crowd, "Hey! If you want to count in this manner, then I have a problem with it."

A psychic's logo was drawn on her forehead. She gestured with her hands and summoned a black puppy.

"Brenda just joined the Sky Dynasty yesterday. If his vote counts, then my puppy is officially joining the Sky Dynasty, its vote counts, too!"

With that, the little dog picked up a black card and threw it to Apollo.

Judging from the result, there were 23 black cards now.

"Hehe."

The crowd also burst into laughter. The atmosphere was indeed lively, but it went from one extreme to the other. Soon, the people who had different opinions were quarreling.

"You know that he just joined the Sky Dynasty yesterday. It's better to kill such a person. What's there to hesitate about?"

"This is a matter of principle. If His Majesty were here, he would not let us kill each other!"

"But now, it's because His Majesty is not here that we voted."

"Bulanda should vote for himself. We should go to him now."

...

Apollo held his forehead. The mess in front of him was not something he could solve. At this moment, he missed His Majesty very much.

"Sigh."

Simmons's sigh came into his ears. Obviously, Simmons did not expect the situation to turn out like this.

Everyone had their own thoughts. This was for sure. It was because they did not want to let everyone have a fierce argument, so they used this method to vote for a decision. They did not expect that they would not be able to escape this hurdle in the end.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted. A person suddenly barged in from outside. That person had already given his vote to Simmons. He was on duty outside.

That person looked flustered and quickly said, "Bulanda has escaped!"